November 2, 2013 – I went for a walk into town today. I probably should have told someone where I was headed in case I ran into trouble, but I didn’t. For a couple of hours I was a nomad, traversing the hills and valleys of my home town. It felt wonderful having a few minutes for me, clearing my head from the activity of the past few weeks. Soon enough winter will settle in and we’ll be confined again to the single path that Mom shovels for us around the yard. I stopped into the ice cream shop to treat myself to a double-decker cone of Maine Wild Blueberry yogurt and then sat on the bench nearby to eat it. My legs swung in the air and I sighed completely content. It’s pretty in this New England town.
After that, I took a hike over to the elementary school and peeked into the window of the classroom where Sawyer and I were hatched. It seems like years ago. When I turned to leave I stepped in a wad of bubblegum and had to sit down on the school steps to clean myself off. I waved to our neighbor Colleen when she drove by. Her car was filled with kids and a barking dog. She’s probably going to snitch on me, but I don’t care. This has been a perfect day.
Ten minutes later and my cellphone buzzed. I was rounding the last corner before our house. It was Sawyer.
“What’s your ETA?” she texted. This is why Sawyer is my best friend. I didn’t have to tell her anything about today. She already knew and had my back.
“A minute five,” I replied.
“Chamomile tea and warm strawberry muffins ready when you are,” her last message read.
It’s a wonderful life I live.